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1. Falling in Love by Falling Up
Her eyes shone a brilliant purple and her laugh sounded like the music of a thousand silver bells. He never knew why bells of silver were said to have the best sound. He only knew that her voice carried their tone and held his whole and complete attention. He could do nothing without her inside his head, echoing, glowing, breathing, living. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was everything he could ever want. She was everything he did want. He wanted no one else.
And as he brought the painting to life with every stroke, he fell deeper and deeper into the canvas himself.
2. Grace by Within Temptation
She floated and danced a pattern into the ice, crazed portraits of death and decay. Their faces had always been pretty but such beautiful was always marred by indecent eyes. She sought to make a landscape of such grandeur not one being could look upon and see its magnificence. Up and down she spun and raced, creating mountains and v
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1. Here We Are by Breaking Benjamin
This was it. Finally, after all was done and finished. It was over. But somehow, it was still empty, hollow and burnt out. But why? I couldn't be sure. Here we were at the end of the journey, the battle won and the victory wholly ours. At what cost though? We could go home to those we had left in order to complete this quest but it just felt wrong. I just didn't feel it. Could we really go back after what we had done? All the blood split, our hands and clothes soak in it? We had won the day, the world. We were alive and complete. We could finally get a good night's sleep.
But really, what price had we paid for freedom?
2. Love Save the Empty by Erin McCarley
She was curled up on the side of the street. She was wrapped in soiled bandages that looked to be falling apart. She stank of weeks of slim and grim and it was hard to see what she looked like under the layers of dirt. The boy stared at her, absorbed in the strangeness
Memoirs of an ImmortalMemoirs of an Immortal
He looked out at the people roaming the near empty streets from his place on the balcony and honestly wondered why they kept going. He knew the answer of course. Because they had no choice. Or better, because they chose to. They felt they had something to live for, something to gain.
They didn't. He knew this. It was the fate of all beings. The rule of life. To live, to die.
Yet that rule didn't apply to him. Yes, he lived, as he had lived for a few centuries now but that was all. Death never came knocking at his door. It never would. And so, he would live and keep on living in an endless loop.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his dark hair. On the day of his birth he was given the name Triack. It meant 'blessed' in a language the human race had long since forgotten. He shook his head at that.
Blessed? More like cursed. A gypsy-witch had cast a spell on him as a young man, granting him eternal life. A similar fate had be fallen his little
My Favourite ThingsThe sound of rain as it pounds on the ground
The thicket and bushes where treasure is found
The power that the blazing fire brings
These are a few of my favourite things
The smell of old books stacked up high in the case
The rumble and tumble of thunder and base
The moonlit beams of a winter fresh spring
These are a few of my favourite things
Cheesecake and candy and the dark fall of night
Bright stars that twinkle in the brilliant twilight
Creatures that stir on their bug bat-like wings
These are a few of my favourite things
When spiders bite
When wasps sting
When I'm feeling sad
I simple remember my favourite things
And then I don''t feel so bad.
Something LostTime floats on the endless wings of love, always moving on unfrozen
But then my heart is cold as ice, the thing it has chosen.
I was once felt alive, once I felt breath passing through my lungs.
Maybe it was all just a dark dream, right before she pulled the gun.
Aimed and fired as the crimson fire poured, as the lights began to dim.
Not a sound, not a note drifting to the ear as my smile became grim.
The walls so carefully placed around my heart crumbled to bitter dust,
Fell away to black nothingness, blowing away in the gust.
Not a speck of light left shining on my skin,
Not a speck of cheer here as I saw her grin.
I thought I could live, I thought I could survive with her by my side,
But that ever caused me, was this great big divide.
So as this red fluid clogs up my throat,
I realize now that it's my turn to croak.
I don't think I'll live for I'm not truly alive,
It all fell apart when I took the dive.
I keep no promises for I know they'll be broken,
And I'll never say all the thin
The click of the keyboard echoed in the darkened room. Not one single move was made other than the fingers tapping away at the keys. The sound seemed be exploding as there was not another noise to off-set it. She tried to be as quiet as possible, tried not to wake the dead that slept just above her head. The evil that swarmed about the house, invading her mind and poisoning her soul. Only the computer in front of her kept her there. It was the only way to escape from the madness she lived in.
Tell Me WhyBlack ink running down the page,
Infested wounds that will not heal,
So numb that I cannot feel.
Locked within an endless rage.
Bloody fingers and shattered bone,
My pain-filled cries go unheard,
"She's depressed? That's absurd."
So look, I'm lost and all alone.
My eyes are clouded with burning red,
I'm cold inside, freezing and white,
Like I'm stuck in an unending night.
Perhaps some are better off dead.
I tried to get better, I tried to get well,
But the tears won't stop as they trail down my face,
I'm floating, I'm frozen, falling into disgrace.
Inside my mind there's a stormy hell.
Is it the pressure weighing me down?
The demands I receive out of good will,
Are they ones making me ill?
Or is it myself that's making me frown?
The darkness comes and clogs my throat,
From touch to sight, my senses numb,
Guess that proves I'm really dumb.
Nothing but a poor scapegoat.
Can you tell me the reason, can you tell me the "why"?
Why my smile, my laugh, it all seems faking,
My insides are achi
FreeIn a world where darkness rules,
I reside deep within it's pools.
Quiet emotionless I must be,
Or I'll create a world no one should see.
Destiny keeps me away from friends,
I can not tell them it's the end.
Even with the terror turned to bone,
Fate says I'll always be alone.
Since I'm not yet free, nothing has changed,
It seems like I'm always out of range.
But with someone to hold onto,
I know I'll make it through.
He's the shining light I strife to reach,
Through darkness, I try to breach.
Unwavering, bright and clear,
With him my hope is always near.
I will try to become free,
So I can tell him what he means to me.
Fly Little BirdieFly little birdie in puffy white clouds
Fly far and wide, where ever you go
Stars twinkle for in the dead of night
The sun shines for you, you know.
Fly little birdie and sing your sad song
Fly far from home but never forget
The waters are clear and forever swirling
Your wings are your own, so don't you fret.
Fly little birdie, dance in the sky
Fly high in the air but don't touch the sun
Let the winds ruffle your feathers
It's all just for fun.
Fly little birdie, faster and glide
Fly forever just for me
Your own little show will never die
Carry me forth, over wind and sea
Fly little birdie up over the world
Fly to mountain tops and rest on the tree
Circle and wheeling while climbing the sky
You, little birdie, will forever be free.
Dancing With Whisky (JackSparrowxReader) One-Shot
It was unbearably hot on the Black Pearl. The sun’s rays made your skin fry like a fish on a skillet. Mmmm you could actually go for some fish right now. As you leaned against the railing of the ship, you closed your eyes and figured that you might as well get a tan while you were out here. The ship swayed gently from side to side as it kept on moving throughout the ocean. Thankfully the sea was calm in the afternoon and you didn’t have to worry about a wave bringing the entire ship and its crew down.
Even though you had been a pirate for almost your entire life, you were still a little nervous around the sea. The water was unpredictable. It could be purifying and be used for all sorts of remedies that witches had but it could also destroy and take out thousands of ships without a single breath. You had learned that the hard way when you watched from a castaway boat your parents fighting for their lives during a terrible storm.
The water giveth, and the water taketh.
Daddy's Little Monster (Daddy!Slenderman X Reader)
A loud cry was heard during a cold dark night, animals were awoken from their slumber at the terrified scream followed by desperate pleas for mercy. Deep within the woods, a man looked down upon a woman with his bloodshot eyes and as he breathed heavily. The woman was lying back on the trunk of a tree, a large stab wound on her stomach leaked out her life's essence. She was slowly bleeding to death as she held a small baby girl wrapped in a white cloth.
"That monstrosity you call a child will die here today!"
"No! Please spare her!"
The man held his knife, blood stained the smooth metal surface and raised it, getting ready to strike. Wails were heard from the child, feeling the distress from her mother and the imminent danger about to befall her. As the killer stood before them, he started hearing a faint buzzing in his head which got louder each second. His head also started to hurt and the hairs all over his body stood up and he broke in a cold sweat, feeling absolute ter
Snow Avengers CastxTeen!Actress!ReaderSnow Avengers CastxTeen!Actress!Reader
You were the youngest person on the set so it was only natural that you would find your way into trouble, although very little of it was intentional. This, however, didn’t make things very easy for your fellow actors…
Take today for instance. While everyone else was standing on the set suited up and ready, you were nowhere to be seen.
“Where is she?” Robert Downey Junior asked, annoyed. Scarlet Johansen shrugged.
“She’s a sixteen-year-old girl on a blocked off movie set, how far could she possibly go?”
“This is (Name) we’re talking about.” Jeremy Renner reminded everyone. Chris Evans tried to call your phone but there was no answer.
“We only have ten minutes until we start shooting.” Chris Hemsworth said looking down at his phone. Tom Hiddleston, who had been playing with Chris’s hammer prop to pass the time, drifted closer to the nearest window. Something outside was d
Common Phrases for a NuzlockeHere are some textual references to common phrases that are reinterpreted for my Leaf Green nuzlocke, Feeling Good. Feel free to use this guide, or add your own! Due note that all the references don't pass Gen 3, because of the game's context. If you want to use these references for newer games, feel free to update the sayings!
A dime a dozen: A Ditto's dozen
Back to square one: Back to Rt. 1
Beating a dead horse: KOing a fainted Ponyta
Between a rock and a hard place: Between a Geodude and a Diglett's arena trap
Bull crap: Taros crap
Cat got your tongue?: Meowth false swiped you?
Chip on your shoulder: Gengar haunting your soul
Copy cat: Mirror mover
Cry wolf: Cry Mightyena
Curiosity killed the cat: Curiosity scared the Skitty faint
Dog tired: Growlithed out
Drawing a blank: My mind used splash
Elephant in the room: Donphan in the Pokeball
Fish out of water: Magikarp on land
Fit as a fidd
Allergies (Tom Hiddleston X Reader)Allergies
(Tom Hiddleston X Reader)
You let out a high-pitched sneeze for the billionth time that day. You reached for the tissue box, but just your luck, it was empty.
“Tom,” you whispered, your throat ached, and talking only made it worse.
Tom’s head poked through the door, concern laced in his bright blue eyes. “Yes, love?”
You held up the empty tissue box and he nodded in understanding. You heard his soft footsteps fade away as he left to get you more.
It was your least favorite time of the year, and it happened twice a year. You felt like hell, with your constant nose-blowing and sneezing. Tom tried to cheer you up, that luck bastard didn’t have to deal with allergies.
He came back with another water bottle and two boxes of tissues. Oh yes, don’t even ask how much water or other liquids you drink. “How are you feeling, darling?” Tom asked, as you greedily grabbed the bottled water.
“Like hell.” You r
Lemonade (BrucexReader) One-Shot
It was Cinco de Mayo
Pillow case on his head
No more breathing time
An ambulance sped
Sped 'round every corner
Calling out his name
The sound of sirens echoed throughout the night, making all the neighbors wake up alarmed. The high pitched sound sent a stir throughout the small town and made everyone wonder what was wrong. Little Bruce Banner had bolted out of bed as soon as he had heard the sound. His small legs carried him as fast as he could as he ran to your house. His chocolate brown locks stuck to his forehead with sweat and he was panting like a dog while he ran. He followed the sound of sirens and ended up at your house that faced the corn fields.
The ambulance halted to a stop where men dressed in white piled into your house. He saw your mother exit your house with your father following quickly after her. Your mother had a crumpled up handkerchief in her hand that was clasped over her chest. She clung onto the post of the house, tears
Drunken Daves [Drunk!Dave X Reader]Drunken Dave [Drunk!Dave X Reader]
"Holy fucking shit Dave, you don't look so hot! What happened?"
"[N- *Hic!* -Name]. The―the SHIT, YEAH, happened."
"That's not an answer!"
"Ff―fine, I took a LITTLE sip of alcohol."
"Oh. My. God-- A LITTLE SIP MY ASS!"
What the hell were you doing all up in this mess? What did you ever do to deserve this sort of torture?! What went so wrong that Dave turned out this...this...
It all started when John switched the apple juice and the alcohol at Dave's house. Sadly enough, you were there with him, and when you got there, he was dancing in front of a TV with the cooking channel on. (Was it twerking? No, you couldn't even classify his dance moves.) You had screamed a little bit before questioning him what had happened, bringing you to the present.
He also had requested to go to his room so he could show you his new sick beats, but you've read enough fanfics to know wher
2p!America x male!reader- Different (prologue)You sat in your bed with headphones on, listening to music on your computer when you felt vibrations come from the wall you were leaning against. You move your headphones from one ear then looked to the familiar painted wall in your room. "What?!" you shout. You just hear knocking on the wall. You huffed knowing this meant your sister wanted you to come over to her room and swung your feet over your bed. You sit your headphones on your covers before getting up to make the short walk to her room, next door.
Though she wasn't your real sister nor was your mom your real mom, all three of you lived like one family. You and your sister, Dyah were both adopted by your mom, Katyusha back when you were around six or seven and Dyah, five or six. You and Dyah were friends at your foster home and ended up getting adopted at the same time. Despite not actually being blood related, you felt like you were closer to them than you'd ever be with any real family member.
When you open her door, you lazi
Actor!Jean X Reader - Pumpkin“Cut!”
That was the best thing you'd heard in a very long time.
“Yeah, let's try that scene one more time.”
And that was the last thing you wanted to hear.
Oh, it was all fine and dandy that the actors wanted to goof off. All the shit they were pulling on set was comedy gold and would likely make it into the blooper reel of the DVD pack. However, unlike you, they had the chance to sleep when they arrived on location along with most of the crew. It was 1 o'clock in the goddamn morning, you hadn't slept in what felt like a week (which in reality was just under 48 hours), and it was fucking freezing outside.
It's the thought that counts, right? he questions himself as he stands outside her door. He just hopes she likes wildflowers since he knows she hates roses.
She knows it's pointless to hope for something she can't have but as she watches the green boy in his attempts to get her to smile, she can't help but wonder if it's so pointless after all.
It's pointless, he knows, to think that maybe he'll stay with him one day. But as Robin watches him drive away, he can't help but sigh dejectedly.
Robin looked around the fluffy-looking common room in confusion. "Umm, Beast Boy? What did you do?"
"Hey, don't look at me. I told Cyborg buying a chicken would endanger our lives!"
Heroes didn't use lethal weapons for very specific reasons and as a general rule. So when Robin watches the white-haired girl swing a sword expertly without harming anyone too badly, he thinks there are exceptions to every rule.
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